She didn’t expect to see it happen like this. Furry white bedspread stained dark where her tits pressed down first—then his face buried between them, licking up every last drop before she even came. Thick thighs clamp around his head as she grinds down harder, fingers digging into the sheets like he’s stealing something forbidden. Cock still twitching in her hand when she turns over and takes it deep again—this time slow, deliberate, like a secret only they’re allowed to know. The way her lips part around him makes it sound wetter than anything else in that room.
